Chapter 1348: Gazing Supremely Upon Foreign Lands

The Seventh!

Three words, cold and merciless, shook the kings to their core.

For a moment, the barren ancient battlefield fell into silence. All eyes turned to the center, fixed upon the young man who stood like a battle immortal.

Huang—Shi Hao—had slain seven kings in a row, standing alone against the younger generation of the foreign realm, undefeated and unyielding, striking fear into the hearts of all the kings!

“Damn it!” someone from the foreign realm growled through clenched teeth, fists trembling with fury, knuckles white with rage, wishing they could immediately execute Shi Hao and erase him from existence.

Yet, the bloody reality lay before them: this youth named Huang was truly terrifying, undefeatable. None of the young kings from the various clans had the confidence to face him.

Even on the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there was no cheering or clamor this time.

Because after seven consecutive battles, after Shi Hao had slain seven mighty experts, the initial excitement had peaked and gradually cooled. Now, people were worried for him.

Did the foreign realm lack true powerhouses? Impossible!

According to the knowledge of the long-lived families, there were several ancient clans whose nurtured youths had achieved feats in ancient times so terrifying they could shock even true immortals!

Any one of those feats, if placed in the present era, would be insurmountable—like martial monuments pressing down on the world, suffocating all beneath them!

Among those clans, there were those who, even in their youth, could pluck stars from the sky, swallow oceans in a single breath—monsters among monsters, their true strength unimaginable!

After such a long passage of time, those ancient clans could not have declined. Surely, they still had monstrous descendants lying in wait!

“Huang, thank you… but be careful!” Some from the Lü Clan spoke from the rear, their voices tinged with sorrow and gratitude.

Lü Hong, bearer of the Seed of Life, had been highly regarded by all. Though not a warrior, her comprehension of life’s truths might have led her to longevity. Yet she had fallen to the Golden Devil Bird.

Shi Hao’s slaying of the golden-haired woman had avenged her.

The creatures of the foreign realm now harbored exceedingly complex emotions.

Many pondered—this young monster named Huang might truly be undefeatable. At the very least, among those who had stepped forward so far, none could rival him.

“Perhaps… he isn’t much weaker than those of the Anlan Clan,” someone murmured, lost in thought.

The Anlan Clan—one of the oldest families of the foreign realm, so strong it defied comprehension. Their very name was a taboo, invoking their true title enough to manifest their might.

“The Anlan Clan only nurtures one or two supreme bloodline inheritors every tens of thousands of years, never more than three. Who knows if one will emerge in this era?”

The kings of the foreign realm whispered among themselves, for at this moment, they yearned for someone from that clan to appear—to sweep through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and crush Shi Hao with absolute dominance!

Even a female of their clan, one whose talent was not particularly strong, had married into another family and birthed a genius like Zhan Feng, who became one of the kings of the younger generation. That alone spoke volumes of the Anlan Clan’s terror.

In truth, the true, peerless bloodline descendants of that clan never married outside.

Unfortunately, their numbers were pitifully few, their bloodline so domineering that it severely hindered reproduction.

“Next!”

As silence gripped the battlefield, the young man’s voice rang out—three words like three iron spikes, piercing the hearts of the foreign realm’s younger generation, making every one of them shudder.

At this moment, many felt humiliation, fury, and crushing defeat.

Across from them stood but a single man, blocking the path of all their kings. Could none of them overcome him? Did they truly need to retreat and summon reinforcements?

One man, standing alone, rendering the kings of the foreign realm’s younger generation helpless, unable to match his might.

This scene, coupled with those three words, was especially grating to the ears!

“Next”—these words carried disdain, indifference, as if spoken by a sovereign looking down upon them, coldly passing judgment.

How could the young elites of the foreign realm not feel rage and shame? For generations, it had been their kind who looked down upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Now, the tables had turned. Someone blocked their path—one man intimidating a host of their kings!

For an individual to wield such might was undeniably glorious, a pinnacle of brilliance. And Shi Hao had achieved it, if only for this fleeting moment.

Regardless of what the future held, whether he would fall in battle or not, in this brief span, he had ascended to a peak where none of the foreign realm’s kings dared challenge him!

Perhaps the number of kings present was limited, perhaps stronger beings still lurked in hiding. But in this moment, this scene was enough!

Behind him, the young elites of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths watched with envy, jealousy, and surging blood. Shi Hao’s overwhelming dominance stirred their hearts like never before.

Time flowed, from ancient days to the present. The beings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had always lived under a shadow, under threat. Today, a single young man had forced the creatures of the other world to bow their heads—how could that not excite and invigorate them?

“You’re arrogant!” someone from the opposite side shouted.

Yet no one stepped forward. At this moment, the Immortal Tortoise Shell did not glow, did not select an opponent for Shi Hao.

Because after every three victories, there was a brief respite, allowing him time to recover in the battlefield without being assigned a new foe.

Earlier, the Serpent Yaksha and the Golden Devil Bird had been able to challenge him freely, bypassing the shell’s selection due to prior victories, leading to his seven consecutive wins.

Now, he could rest briefly.

“I only had time to eat the Earth’s Three Delicacies. Next, there’s Four-Joy Meatballs, Five-Flower Pork… What a headache. Too many good things—how to choose, how to stew them properly, it’s quite the mental strain,” Shi Hao sighed.

“You… go too far in your arrogance! You’ll die a wretched death one day!” a creature from the opposite side couldn’t hold back.

Earth’s Three Delicacies? Four-Joy Meatballs? Five-Flower Pork? Not a single one of those names sounded pleasant—they were vulgar, crude, deliberately mocking the kings.

On the ground, the golden-haired woman had reverted to her true form—a golden divine bird. The Serpent Yaksha’s body lay in pieces, silver light flickering from the remnants of its serpentine form.

Shi Hao unhurriedly gathered his spoils, preparing to enjoy his feast.

The battlefield was eerily silent. Many watched him, especially the younger generation of the foreign realm, their eyes bloodshot, their killing intent overwhelming!

“That’s right. Do you finally understand this feeling of grief, helplessness, and sorrow?” Shi Hao rose to his feet, glaring at them with a cold smile. “This is what you’ve inflicted upon us for generations—threatening our lives, making survival a struggle. Today, I’ve merely slain seven of your younger generation, and already you can’t endure it? Think of your deeds! Look at your bloodstained hands! How many atrocities have you committed over the ages?!”

Shi Hao showed no sympathy, his voice scathing as he looked down upon the heroes of the foreign realm, even the older generation. His anger burned fiercely.

“Young man, though you have spirit, you still cannot change fate. Heaven’s will favors us. When the great tide of destiny comes crashing down, neither you nor even a true immortal will be more than dust!” A middle-aged man spoke coldly, his demeanor unshaken by the successive defeats of his juniors. His eyes gleamed with icy light, like two piercing stars in a frigid night.

“Then there’s nothing more to say. I’ll slaughter generation after generation—from your youth, to your middle-aged like you, to the old butchers who orchestrated it all. Blood for blood, killing to end killing! As for your so-called ‘great tide’? I’ll face it! Heaven’s will? I care not—I’ll shatter it!” Shi Hao retorted.

“You’ll kill me? A mere ant dares to bark? I could crush you with one hand!” the middle-aged man sneered.

“Fool! Can you even cross over here? By the time you can truly step into this realm, I’ll be the one crushing you with one hand!” Shi Hao shot back with unyielding defiance.

For according to the speculations of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the foreign realm’s invasion had some hidden purpose. They had breached the borders of the Great Scarlet Heaven at great cost, but the power of the boundary walls and the laws of the world still barred them from advancing further. They could only linger at the edges.

“You dare insult me?!” The middle-aged man’s brows shot up like drawn swords, his killing intent surging like a demonic sea, sweeping across heaven and earth.

“State your name!” Shi Hao demanded.

“You still refuse to submit? Remember it well—I am Chi De!”

“Good. I’ll remember. And I’ll keep my word—one day, I’ll crush you with one hand!” Shi Hao declared bluntly.

“You—!” Chi De finally lost his composure, enraged. He took a step forward, raising his hand as if to strike Shi Hao down.

Yet his body swayed unsteadily, his movements unnatural.

The people of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths paled. The suppression of the boundary walls affected him—proof of his immense strength. The stronger one was, the more the laws rebelled against them.

“You seek death?” At that moment, the Great Elder of Celestial Academy, Meng Tianzheng, spoke. His voice was like thunder, halting the middle-aged man in his tracks. With a cold snort, the man retreated.

“Now, let’s make this quick. Three remain—I’ll allow you all to come at once!” Shi Hao declared, his gaze sweeping over the forces of the foreign realm.

This ignited the battlefield. Many from the foreign realm, including some middle-aged powerhouses, burned with fury. In their eyes, this lowly creature—standing in a world they had once conquered, a descendant of the defeated—dared to look down on them so brazenly!

Shi Hao showed no courtesy. “I know you harbor ulterior motives. So let’s cut to the chase—why waste your younger generation’s lives one by one? If you truly wish to send them to their deaths, then send them all at once! I’ll slaughter them in one sweep!”